I bloom in the back of his mind
where tea leaves speak and blood
is thicker than tears.
He walks hat tipped in salute
to every dreamer that catches
my silhouette in the wink of his words.
Pin striped lanky limbs struggle
to keep him centered, but I am
the ink writing him out of his mind.
There’s no warning when a pen breaks
a glass heart, or madness finds a mirror.
Love is never born from common sense.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
This poem first appeared in
Visual Verse and was inspired by the artwork of
Craig Carry
The photo I used here is by
Alex Fu via Pexels.
Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform
Ain't that the truth! Some things can only be domesticated so much! Loved this Susie!
ReplyDeleteThis is true. A cat if left in the wild will go feral in one generation. It takes a dog two generations.
ReplyDeleteHa! A real live purring, scratching warning label! I love it--the whole tone is perfect.
ReplyDeleteSorry to be so late in visiting--a storm knocked my power out for more than 2 days. No power, no cable, no visit. :-(
This was my college roommate's cat to perfection--she had stalking down to an art.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that’s right. This
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